torturechain - catching bullets lyrics
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[verse 1: fijix99]
[?] in my f_ckin’ stitches (yes!)
feed your organs to the pigeons
i’m countin’ digits (digits)
use my hollow tip, til i reach my limit (reach my f_ckin’ limit)
i’m the f_ckin’ grim reaper
yeah i pop out with a sight
p90 inside a f_ckin’ bag
i stay the night
hide inside your closet
i can f_ckin’ see the light
b_tch you in my [?] make your b_tch ass say good night
kinda funny that your face so good at catchin’ bullets
pulled out my sabre imma slash your face open
kinda funny that your face so good at catchin’ bullets
pulled out my s_s_sabre imma s_s_slash
[verse 2: torturechain]
torturechain
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